Taridge looked up to the craft eclipsing the star, the metallic armor slightly shimmering. The only senses he could feel was his sight and hearing as the weeds around him swayed in droves, sending dust and sand kicked up into the sky.
Taridge adjusted his back wrap before climbing onto a metal overhang of a building. Pointing his binoculars at the craft. He could see the guns on the deck of the ship firing upon neighbouring crafts.
"What's status?" Mass said from below
"At least 43% of the total it needs collected, and a breach on base hull of the Hotlimer." Taridge called
"Matchstick, confirm the breach with Captain Samuel."
"Roger, switching on Silent Electric Connection." Matchstick said turning on a radio next to him
After around fifteen seconds of beeping matchstick turned the device back off.
Everyone looked up to the two crafts. The Hotlimer fired it's main cannon hitting the port engine, sending it into a turquoise explosion.
"Oorah" Matchstick said
The Dasher countered with a barrage, hitting the starboard deck of the Hotlimer. An orange flame erupting from the deck, the damage being absolutely amense. Mass and Taridge took off their headgear as the blast lit up the sky.
"We'd best be finding cover in the next hour lest we want to be crushed by debris." Mass said sternly putting his helmet back on
Matchstick folded up the radio and opened the garage. There in the garage, a red truck marked with the Hotlimer's symbol. The three piled into the vehicle as dust clung to their backs. The jeep roared to life sending the vehicle forward lurching them back.
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Outta The Bluu: Willow Tale
Science FictionAs an addition to a previous story I wrote and lost I give you Willow Tale or Outta The Bluu: Willow Tale. Outta The Bluu takes place way far in the future, sometime in 32XX but don't expect all content from the same year. The story is isolated to f...
